The Love-sick Serving-Man.
SHEWING
How he was wounded with the Charms of a Young LADY,
But did not care to reveal his Mind.
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EER since I saw Clarindas eyes,
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My heart has felt a strange surprise;
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No pen is able to reveal
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The killing torments I feel.
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Yet I dare not let her know it,
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Cause shes rich and I am poor;
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No charms above her, O I love her,
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And will do so for evermore.
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O that I might but let her know,
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My sighs, my tears, my care and woe,
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And how Im torturd for her sake,
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She might some kind of pity take:
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But I fear I should offend her
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Whom I dearly do adore.
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No charms above her, O I love her;
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And will do so for evermore.
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Both sense and reason tell me plain,
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That I bestowd my heart in vain,
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Where no acceptance will be found,
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No balsam for this bleeding wound.
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Shes a fair and youthful Lady,
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I a servant mean and poor,
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No charms above her, O I love her,
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And will do so for evermore.
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I value not her gold or pearl,
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For was I either Lord or Earl,
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My very heart would be the same,
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Id raise her everlasting fame:
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Yet in vain are all my wishes,
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They will not my Joys restore:
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No charms above her, O I love her,
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And will do so for evermore.
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Young Cupid, bend thy golden bow,
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And let thy silver arrows fly;
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That my fair charming saint may know
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The pains of love as well as I:
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Tell her too that I lie wounded,
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She may then my Joys restore,
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No charms above her, O I love her,
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And will do so for evermore.
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Tho now mine eyes like rivers run,
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As here in sorrows I condole;
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Her beauty like the rising sun,
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Can soon revive my drooping soul;
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But if I may neer enjoy her,
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Let me with a dart be slain,
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Tis better kill me, than to fill me,
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With this love tormenting pain.
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PART II.
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NOW in a vision or a dream,
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Her fathers serving-man did seem
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Before her presence there to stand,
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While Cupid held him by the hand.
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Saying, Lady, you must love him,
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Therefore now some pity show;
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Then dont deny him, nor defy him,
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For it must and shall be so.
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A thousand thoughts ran in her head,
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Many Cupids round her bed;
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Which did like armed angels stand,
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With golden bows and shafts in hand:
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Evry one was pleading for him,
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And their silver shafts did show,
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Saying, receive him, do not grieve him,
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For it must and shall be so.
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The youthful Lady did reply,
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What must I love, or must I die,
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Tell me is there no other way,
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But thus to cast myself away
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On my fathers meanest servant,
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Well, I find it must be so:
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I will approve him, needs must love him
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Though it may prove my Overthrow
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I know my father he will [Frown]
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And ladies too of high re[nown]
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But yet I needs must love h[im still]
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Let all the world say what [they will]
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My soft heart is now inflam[ed]
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Love in every vein doth flow
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Ill freely take him, neer fo[rsake him]
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For it must and shall be so.
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What tho my noble father dear,
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Disowns his daughter utterly;
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I have five thousand pounds a year,
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Of which no one can hinder me:
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Tis sufficient to maintain us,
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Should my father prove a foe:
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My love Ill marry, nor no longer tarry
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For it must and shall be so.
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What tho a Serving-Man he be,
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Whose substance is but mean and small,
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His proper person pleases me,
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True love will make amends for all:
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Tis far beyond all gold or tceasure,
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Him alone my heart doth crave:
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I will not tarry, but will marry,
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And make him Lord of all I have.
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